“There is no autobiography but this”

Most of these poems have not been seen before by anyone still alive. I found them on the hard drive of her laptop mostly typed in Wordstar, her preferred writing tool after handwriting. I’ve left them as she left them, correcting only an occasional typo. Some of them read more like diary entries with line breaks, some she no doubt would have left out. I left a couple out myself, but I find the whole story, what there is here, to be worth the read, thus the chronology. The “titles”–“2001/dastardly”–at the top of each page are really just identifiers, and I’ve left them, not wanting to make choices she didn’t make. Some poems have titles in parentheses instead–“(oats)”–which seem to be earlier versions, perhaps not finalized during her life. I’m aware that some other editor, less close to her than I, might–no doubt would–make other choices. For now I just want to get them where people can see them if they wish, and where I can read them wherever I am.

This is a process.  It’s not done.  Most recently I’ve added a couple of years from the 1990s.  I’ve also gone to the notebooks Sarai left and rearranged the posting order based on them, not necessarily by date.

1970s

1996
1997
1998

2001

2009